His Little Smoker

19| My

Malibu

We escaped the pouring rain by getting into Larson's truck. "Why did you bring the truck?"

He shrugged, "In case you got stuck on the side of the road or something, I was weighing all my options." He started up the car and turned on the heater.

I pouted, "Really?" He leaned over and kissed me again holding my lips with his. His lips were warm and fitted against mine perfectly, "I might get used to your kisses too fast, will probably stop liking them."

"Really?" He pouted and I laughed leaning over and giving him a kiss. "I was really worried."

I put my hand in his, "As long as you're here I'll be okay." He kissed my hand and opened my palm his fingers tracing over my scar, "Thanks for that day."

He chuckled, "I'm happy I was there to help."

I watched as he traced the lines on my palm, loving the way his fingers felt against my hand. It was perfect, he was perfect, "Why were you there, the greenhouse is pretty far from all the morning commotion."

He sniffed, "I was out there to check out the greenhouse, I suggested to Fleming that we should start a gardening club." He tucked my wet hair behind my ear and pinched my chin, "Gardening might help reduce stress and anxiety for some, put their hands to work so their minds won't work as much."

"And?" His hand continued to roam my face, slipping down to my neck. His fingers strummed my throat, "What did Principal Fleming say?"

His hand came back up and his thumb pulled at my bottom lip, "Never got around to it."

"Oh.." Larson began reaching over his seat, "That sucks." His hand slipped behind to my nape and pulled me close, our lips colliding. I put my hand on his chest and my other on his arm. The wetness from the rain caused his shirt to stick to his arm, his muscles being defined even more. His lips unlatched from mine and went down my neck.

His hand settled on my thigh as his lips came back up to meet mine. He gave me a peck before sinking back into his seat, "You should get home, change out of those wet clothes." The hard rain had stopped and became a light drizzle, "I'll get your motorcycle."

"Okay." He opened the door and I grabbed his arm, "Come here." He came to me and I kissed him, rubbing my hand over his stubble before letting go. He smiled slightly and I mirrored it, "Thank you Dean."

**

I shut my locker and the bell for first rang almost immediately. I turned to face the route I would usually take towards the greenhouse and paused. I exhaled and turned towards the stairs, heading to my first period AP Biology class. I opened the door and Ms. Fuller's face lit up, "Good morning Ms. Jones."

"Morning." I mumbled and looked towards the back of the room to see Tristian. I took my seat next to him and sighed softly, "Hey."

He was doodling footballs and flowers in his notebook, "Never saw Ms. Fuller smile so wide." He stopped for a moment to look up at me, "Definitely looked full."

I shrugged, "Could've been fuller." He laughed softly and I smirked pulling out my things for class. I decided on a wood pencil and a couple of crumpled sheets of paper, "You're here early."

"You walked in five minutes after the late bell." I tried to smooth out my sheets of paper alongside the edge of the desk, "I thought you might've ditched again."

Ms. Fuller began to call the class in order, "I've been trying to stop, this is that step forward." I nudged him, "You're supposed to be proud of me."

"I am." He cleared his throat and I glanced at him, "Look Mal it's pretty obvious to me that you and Larson have something going on. And while I hate it because that should be me, I respect it. I just want you to know that when he coughs up a lung and die, I'll even come to the funeral. But I won't wait for you forever Malibu, but just know that I am waiting."